Taking care of the wife’s mother

I laughed at her, unable to let go of the glasses in her hands and totally at my discretion. I let her dress go and told her to sit down.

“We need a serious discussion,” I told her.

Her face turned to rage as number one I had seen her private area underneath her dress and number two I had talked to her like on one ever dared before.

She placed the glasses down on a table and sat on the sofa opposite me.

“So,” she said in a strict tone of voice, “what do you wish to discuss with me, boy”, she emphasized the boy part. I ignored her. Again this annoyed her.

I stood up and approached her sitting, she tensed up and almost curled into the fetal position, but resisted. I grabbed her knees and spread them apart and slid the hem of her dress up to expose her pink knickers again to my eyes.

I grabbed the top of her tights and tugged them roughly down her legs as she fought to stop me.

“If you touch me, I’ll report you for Rape,” she said in pure anger.

I pulled her tights off over her feet as her shoes fell to the carpet, she was fully exposed to me now, and I could see the outline of her vagina and her bushy pubic hair protruding the material of her knickers; I so wanted to taste that pussy and try to decide if her Daughters pussy tasted the same, but I managed to resist.